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For students of American pop music, the most recognizable thing in Tomer Heymann’s documentary Fucked Up Generation may be the fans. They gaze at Israeli singer Aviv Geffen adoringly, their eyes welling as they sing along with his adolescent laments. Geffen’s persona and music have other familiar aspects, but they fit together in ways that may seem odd to stateside viewers. Whereas Geffen’s shirtless, eye-shadowed persona is clearly derived from British glam-rock—note the Placebo poster—his folkie cabaret-rock sounds more like the work of a teenage Jacques Brel. And the androgynous, sometimes petulant singer is heavily identified with the Israeli peace movement. (Imagine Dashboard Confessional campaigning against George W. Bush and you’ll have some idea of Geffen’s significance.) Heymann’s film, which makes substantial uses of home video of the singer’s childhood, is remarkably intimate, but clearly not designed for viewers unacquainted with the subject. The film screens at 7 p.m. at the District of Columbia Jewish Community Center’s Aaron and Cecile Goldman Theater, 1529 16th St. NW. $9. (202) 777-3248. (Mark Jenkins)